She looked at my charts and shook her head. “You have second-degree burns on your back, thigh, leg, and hand. Your sister suffered a brain injury. She needs surgery, and she’s not stable for travel.”
“I’m leaving,” I said, my voice flat. “We are leaving now.”
“I strongly advise against it,” she said. “But if you insist, we will stabilize her as best we can. She will need a doctor on board. You must sign a release.”
I nodded and signed the release form then an ambulance conveyed me and Jane to meet Roy at the hanger. Jane was loaded on a stretcher and I was in a wheelchair.
Roy’s private jet gleamed under the lights when we arrived. His mouth hung open with shock as he stared at us.
“What have they done to you?” he asked.
The staff helped strap Jane down. A team of doctors got on board. He helped me into my seat and sat close.
Roy was shaking with rage, “I ought to go smash that asshole’s face in!”
I smiled, “Don’t worry, they will pay. Let’s proceed according to plan. Just give me the live feed of the house.”
He handed me an iPad and a pair of earphones. “I patched the camera to the house. There's audio and everything.”